Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Routine , by - HagenRelease date: 01.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Routine , by - HagenRoutine |
| Two bad bitches in the front seat |
| Riding in the back like a taxi |
| Same ole shit if you ask me |
| Got a Mary-Kate & an Ashley |
| Double mint twins and they blow green too |
| Turn into a party if they all come through |
| Same ole shit, I just do what I do |
| Like confession when I tell these truths |
| The car is parked outside! |
| Get yah fine ass ready |
| Hop in my Ride! |
| We’re Passing out vibes |
| Scoop up the homies it’s a party On-Site |
| Killin them slowly |
| Lauryn Hill told me |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Act like you don’t know! |
| Sad boys sending Big Shots like William Joel |
| Seee |
| I Cannot proceed, without my proceeds |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Hear the barks in the background |
| Me? |
| I never Back down |
| Ayyy |
| I got my dogs here |
| See the Stoney patch up on the arm |
| Puerto Rican Irish with the charm |
| Can’t leave her waiting too long |
| Know I love to get two on |
| Two bad bitches in the front seat |
| Riding in the back like a taxi |
| Same ole shit if you ask me |
| Got a Mary-Kate & an Ashley |
| Double mint twins and they blow green too |
| Turn into a party if they all come through |
| Same ole shit, I just do what I do |
| Yeah |
| Like confession when I tell these truths |
| Yeah |
| See I came through hella lit |
| Chemicals in my blood I’m in my element |
| On Melrose from the South East tenement |
| Be the same nigga from the start to the end of it |
| Ain’t no telling what a young brotha might doooo |
| Got checks and I earn all my stripes tooo |
| And I told youuu |
| Goin global from the local |
| BMR cut the vocal, through the protool |
| Hit the IPhone, told her come through |
| Don’t wait! |
| She came on time, and you know I came late |
| Uhh |
| Pivot in the pussy make her wall rotate |
| Go beast wit the side chick |
| Or the primate |
| Ahh |
| Don’t wanna be a playa no more |
| But you can’t act meek, when you’re tryna make mills |
| So I keep my eyes closed run love |
| Cause a nigga might touch |
| But I never catch feels |
| That’s real |